"Bell~!"

"Bell! Clang! ”

Some strange brass bells rang, followed by some flustered and heavy footsteps......

After hearing these voices, Shen Jiangtao hurriedly ran to the head of the village, looked at the serpentine procession of the funeral, and felt a chill in his heart, and then saw the strange black coffin in the middle of the funeral procession, and the hair was even more oozing and standing up.

The leader of the funeral procession was a middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe with a hungry face, shaking the bell on one side of his right hand, and yellow rune paper scattered on his left hand, while chanting incantations in his mouth.

When the funeral procession was about to walk through the village, sixteen-year-old Shen Jiangtao quietly followed the team as usual. The people in the funeral procession who wore linen and filial piety hung their heads in frustration and sobbed softly, and no one noticed him.

"Oh, another one is dead, what a sin! What the hell is going on in our village! ”

A thin old man at the head of the village muttered to himself, looking at the swaying black coffin, he was so sad that he wept, raised his hand with dry blood vessels, wiped his two empty eyes, the old man was the head of the village, and he had nothing to do about the changes in the village, and he was very painful.

Along the way, there were sobs from the funeral procession, brass bells, and crows.

Under the shade of the trees, even though it is daytime, it looks particularly gloomy.

The Taoist priest took the funeral team to the side of the village to a place surrounded by mountains on three sides, one side of the flowing water, surrounded by mountains on three sides like a semicircle, the river water, like a long sickle handle, naturally closely connected with the mountain shape, from a distance, like a long sickle, so here is called the sickle slope by the villagers.

Shen Jiangtao, who followed at the end, knew that this kind of terrain mountain shape was called "Daoshan River Handle", and it was a good auspicious place to hide power and wealth.

But in such an auspicious place, graves have been buried, and it has become a cemetery.

The pitch-black coffin was carried to a grave that had already been dug up.

After the leading Taoist priest gently struck the coffin lid three times with a copper bell, he signaled that he could be buried.

In front of the tomb, there is a stone plate, which occupies almost half of the tomb, and a moon is carved on the stone plate.

The whereabouts of the black coffin, everyone was extremely careful, for fear of knocking the coffin into it. The pitch-black coffin was settled, and the big head of the coffin was facing the stone plate engraved with the moon.

"It's another burial moon gate, it seems that the Wang family can't wait." Shen Jiangtao whispered, and everyone found him and turned their heads to look at him; But the villagers, apparently not understanding what was coming from his mouth, sighed and persuaded him:

"Shen Jiangtao, you are the only young man left in the village now, run for your life if you should run for your life, our village has been entangled by evil spirits."

"A good longevity village, now it has become a death village, it's really a sin~"

The village where Shen Jiangtao is located was originally called Changshou Village, and the people here have lived a long life for generations, generally living to be eighty or ninety years old, and even having lived to be more than one hundred and twenty years old, but in the past three years, there have been repeated deaths of young people, and in just three years, thirty-two young people have died.

People outside the village believe that this village is targeted by evil spirits, and they are targeting the young people in the village, causing the young people in the longevity village to try their best to leave, and in less than three years, the longevity village has become an ominous mountain village with only some old, weak, sick and disabled left.

Shen Jiangtao had no father or mother, and was brought up by an outsider in the village named Li Xiang, a feng shui master who came to the village a few years ago and died suddenly three years ago.

After the deceased was buried, Shen Jiangtao returned to the old house where Li Xiang lived before his death, and the old house was the same as the other houses in the village, except that on the main beam of the gate, there was an extra gossip mirror stained with chicken feathers.

The Bagua Mirror is round as a whole, it is an old-fashioned copper mirror, framed in a wooden octagon, with dense text engraved on it, which looks very old.

The mirror faces outward, and whatever it is, as long as it passes through this gate, it will be illuminated by it.

Shen Jiangtao came to a black and shiny wooden table in the house, and after washing his hands according to the rules, he lit a red candle with a wooden rod, and then skillfully opened the drawer.

First, he took out a piece of dried steamed bread and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it twice.

Only then did he take out a yellow book pressed under the steamed buns.

On writing, there are five ancient characters, which cannot be found in the dictionary, and Li Xiang told him: It is "Five Elements Feng Shui".

The books are all about some uncommon and somewhat strange feng shui theories.

Li Xiang often studied this book when he was alive, he made a will when he was dying, and did not give the book to Shen Jiangtao, but passed it on to his biological son Li Zhichuang, and also emphasized that Li Zhichou must keep the spirit for three years after his death, but Li Zhichou has always been disgusted with his father's feng shui, saying that it is feudal superstition.

As soon as Li Xiang died, Li Zhishou left the village, before leaving, he asked Shen Jiangtao to deal with his father's funeral, and the book was given to Shen Jiangtao.

Shen Jiangtao was already quite interested in this Qimen Dunjia, Feng Shui and other techniques, and Li Xiang had the grace of nurturing him, so Shen Jiangtao naturally agreed.

After Li Zhichuan left, Shen Jiangtao handled Li Xiang's funeral, and also gave him a three-year vigil according to Li Xiang's dying explanation.

Rubbing the cover of the yellow book, Shen Jiangtao sighed and sighed: "Master, the result you calculated back then has already happened......

During this time, whenever Shen Jiangtao took out this book to study, he would think of some of the things he had done with his master back then, building houses, making tombs, worshipping mountain gods, and worshipping earth gods.

The most memorable thing is the night when Master dissuaded the village chief three years ago......

Three years ago, Longevity Village.

It rained heavily in the sky, and late at night, a group of people braved the rain to come to Changshou Village.

Bang, bang, bang!

There was a knock on the heavy wooden door of the village chief's house.

The way these people knocked on the door was strange, and they could hear it clearly even in the rainstorm.

"Anyone? This is the village chief's house? An inquiring voice that didn't sound very loud, but unusually clear, sounded after a few knocks on the door.

"Who? Is there anything wrong with looking for me so late? The village chief of Changshou Village responded in a loud voice, but was muffled by the sound of the torrential rain, and the buzz was not very clear.

The village chief sat up from the bed, found the match on the table in the dark, struck a light oil lamp, turned it on a little, and walked towards the door.

"Who, is there anything you can't say tomorrow?" When he came to the door of his house, the village chief opened the wooden door as he spoke.

As soon as the cold wind blew and mixed with the rain, the village chief was so excited that he shivered.

Outside the door, the leader was a tall young man, and when the light of the oil lamp shone on, he could clearly see that this man had a sharp beak and monkey cheeks, and his eyes were slightly squinted, and what was particularly conspicuous was that several blood vessels clearly visible at his temples bulged, like a few earthworms crawling there.

Behind this man, there were more than a dozen people, all dressed in black, and behind them, there was a large black coffin.

The torrential rain fell and hit the coffin, splashing countless small splashes and the sound of grainy wooden objects.

The young man smiled, looked at the village chief, and asked with a smile, "Uncle, are you the village chief of this longevity village?" ”